Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these
me
(Let's do it my nigga)
Well do dizang
(There's nothin', man)
(Up top, south, right)
Oh yeah, oh
(We it)
whoadie
(Yeah)
Yo, this one goes out to them boys
That's bout it, it
Master P,
We takin' this from the to the East

I represent, them killers at
145th and Broadway you get your cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm trist, cracked
Wig tapped, play fair day care napped
You you real, well my posse is crazier
Your moms mobbin' and her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, and eightiers
Beef in N-O I had to No Limit up
Baby mack gat love the way the baby
Got my boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truck
Santana rollin' big, in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World forty if me, yo
Clipse eleven or bricks get off
Snow so white only thing is seven dwarfs

[Hook] P]
Killa Cam, you know he it, bout it
Jim Jones, you he bout it, bout it
Freeky Z, you know he it, bout it
Santana, that boy bout it, it
Harlem World, you they bout it, bout it
Diplomats, you know they rowdy,
145th and Broadway, them real
You know boys, they don't play

Aiiyo, I'm through an ounce or two
My crib like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, only Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little cats I was to do
I a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes
I got head but need mouth
119th to the whorehouse, as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy
I pop ack over some oxi
Cotton and Roxy Robins
Rubies and rocks we
Booties, oozies and glocks'll 'em
Battery on his head, top him
When I'm in the building dogg, you got to him
Got to him tray eight a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and problem - now
Highs get done, dips that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one -

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, tray they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a Sean hit the block
Dogg he that water shit, he like the network
wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you through Foster and Taft
that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I forget AK and Wagner
My dogs straight 'cause the AK'll blast ya
One daddy Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally your crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in front the liquor
Hennesy, me me you know the flipped the raw
upset, oh yeah they bout it
16 up out the glock I come about it

P]
140 Lennox, you know they it, bout it
and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No
You see us hustlas keep it real, why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you he bout it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
representin' Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block
We get paper whoadie even on
ATL, you know bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you they rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know they it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy,
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they
Seattle bout it, rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean bout it, bout it
Indiana, you they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy,
Phoenix it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you we rowdy, rowdy

[Outro][Jim Jones & P]
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
bounce bounce fool
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
bounce bounce fool